A/N: I got this idea while listening to my own Uncle Frankie tell about his time in WWII.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Saving Private Ryan! I only own Priya, Kasimira, Aleksandra, and Captain Francis Marion Shane!
"Hey, look guys," Priya said as she pointed ahead of them. "Looks like our guys."
"Yes it does, Shane," Captain John Miller said as they continued forward.
They entered the makeshift camp. There were wounded soldiers everywhere. A lieutenant stood up and walked up to them as the squad stopped.
"Second Lieutenant DeWindt," He said to them, shaking Miller's hand.
"Captain Miller," He replied looking around. "Wade."
"Yes sir?"
"See what you can do."
"Yes sir."
Wade made his way over to two soldiers, beginning to work on one while he talked to the other.
"No worries, fellas," said Jackson lighting a cigarette for one soldier. "The docs in town."
The farm boy shot a glance at the medic who returned a smile.
"Don't worry," continued Jackson. "The 29 infantry's breaking through. They'll be here soon."
Miller glanced at the three women, who nodded. Each of the women went to work to calm some of the wounded soldiers. Until Private Priya Shane stopped in her tracks at a voice calling out her name.
"Priya Lynn? Is that you?"
The blue eyed brunette turned slowly to the man who called out to her. He looked to be old enough to be her father.
"Uncle Frankie?" She asked as she made her way over to her uncle, kneeling next to him.
"Priya Lynn, what are you doing here?" He asked her, a stern look on his face.
"I came here with Kassie and Alek," She answered, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you," He answered as he adjusted himself so he was more comfortable.
Priya noticed that Private Daniel Jackson started to walk over to them. He stopped beside her and knelt down, "Everything alright?"
Priya nodded, a smile on her face. "Yeah. Daniel, meet my Uncle Frankie. Uncle Frankie this is Daniel Jackson."
"Is this the boy we had to basically pry you off of?" Francis Marion Shane asked, looking Jackson over.
"Yes, Uncle Frankie," She answered, laughing.
"How did you two end up meeting each other again?" He asked, his dark blue-gray eyes confused.
"We were placed in the same company, Sir," the blue eyed southern boy told the older man.
They saw Wade suddenly make his way up to Private Stanley Mellish, Private Richard Reiben, Private Aleksandra James, and Captain Miller; stuffing the dog tags into the OD Green bag as he said something.
They saw Captain Miller look at the paratroopers with a thoughtful look on his face before he dropped the tags back onto the makeshift table. He walked over to the soldiers, calling out 'Ryan! James Ryan!'
"Is he talking about a Private James Ryan from Iowa?" Frankie asked, looking over to the men and women of Captain Miller's squad.
"Yeah, do you know him?" Priya asked, looking to her uncle.
"I should. He was under my command," The older man replied, looking to his niece and Jackson.
Priya nodded before Jackson called out to Miller, "Hey, Captain Miller, we got somethin'!"
Miller turned to look at them, confused before he jogged over to them.
"What is it?" Miller asked, looking to the trio.
"You're looking for Private James Ryan from Baker Company?" Frankie asked, looking up at the Captain.
"Yeah?" Miller asked, confused as the rest of his squad made their way over to them.
"He went to Ramelle to defend a bridge," Frankie told them as he took out a cigarette and lit it.
"Thank you, uh," Miller stated, not knowing who this man was.
"Captain Francis Shane," He told him, smiling.
"Wait, you two related?" Mellish asked as he looked between the two.
Priya and Frankie nodded, "Yeah. He's my uncle."
"Oh," was all Mellish or anyone in the squad could say.
"You had better be careful, Priya Lynn," Frankie said to his niece, turning to her. "You too, Daniel."
"We will, Sir," Jackson said before he and Priya stood up.
"Take this, Priya Lynn," Frankie said to her, grabbing a hunting knife from his boot and handing it to her.
The blue eyed brunette took the knife. The handle of it looked like it was made of bone with elegant carvings in it. The blade of it was flawless with intricate designs down the middle of the blade.
"Thanks, Uncle Frankie," Priya said, giving a smile.
"No problem, Priya Lynn," He said to her, a smile on his face as well. "You run into any more Germans, you give'm hell."
"Will do, Uncle Frankie," She replied as Miller started to walk off.
They followed Miller and Sergeant Mike Horvath up to look over a map to find the best way to Ramelle. After a few 'we're here's and 'we need to be here's, they were off.
